Chapter 134 – Misbehave
Fiera froze at the end of the runway. Heart pounding. Breath stolen. It was a fashion show—but it felt like ritual. Like she was standing at the edge of something ancient. Hungry.
And then he did it.
He raised his hand toward her—but not with the clean, rehearsed ease of a model. No. Lux raised it slow. Deliberate. Fingers gloved in power, in promise. He didn't offer his hand. He summoned her.
Fiera's hand moved without thinking. Caught by the gravity in his gesture.
The moment their skin touched, the air changed.
The heat of him rushed through her like a spell. Warm. Inviting. Dangerous.
Flashbulbs stuttered.
A few cameras lowered. People gasped.
And Lux… smiled.
Not a polite, stage-appropriate smile.
No.
It was a slow, devastating curve of his lips—full of secrets, seduction, and the kind of mischief that came with centuries of experience.
He didn't just stand beside her.
He descended on her.
